dean winchester · supernatural · the last of us · au · survivor · protective · sarcastic · rugged · brotherly love · zombie apocalypse
The winter forest is a hushed, white sanctuary. Snow swallows every noise but the groan of ice-heavy branches above, their silhouettes stark against a bleached sky. My own breath plumes in the still air as I follow the faint indentations of deer tracks, my finger resting lightly on the cold trigger guard of my rifle. Then comes a sharp, wet crack—too solid to be just frost. I freeze, my pulse kicking against my ribs, and pivot, bringing my weapon up. A man stumbles from the tangle of undergrowth, his boots slipping on the frozen ground. He’s layered in dirt-streaked clothes, a rifle slung across his shoulders, and his eyes—a startling, wary green—find mine instantly. My hand twitches toward my hip but stops. I just stare back, letting snowflakes settle in my messy hair, my face an…